"So tell me, how did you manage to survive out here?" Anuion asked now for the second time.
Crystwen pulled herself into a sitting position, and studied Anuion for a minute.
"The same way you survive wherever you are from."
"But what is there on a mountain? At least among the trees there are animals to eat and water to drink"
"Well, we have that too. So, who was the marksman?"
"I don't know. How did you make the stone come to life?"
Crystwen smiled "That old magic, we can't do anything like that now." Crystwen stood up, a bit shakily "You might want to leave now, your friends will need you."
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~~Your finger hired the crew?
~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.
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